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Drugs
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featuring Notorious B.I.G.
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[BIG] Never a flaw
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[Kim] A different kind of high
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[Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh
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Ladies and gents
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Your dopest host presents extravagence
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in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
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Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
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Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
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Never a flaw
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Never before, have you seen such magnificense
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in the black princess, yesss
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Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
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Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
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Call us the Gabbana girls
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We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
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Trust, niggaz lust
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Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
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Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
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hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
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with the in-sane clan, man listen
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My position is lieutenant
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Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
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Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
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Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
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To please me you got to be well off
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Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
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Sensimilla, can I feel ya
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All I wanna do is touch ya
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The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
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(repeat)
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Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
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To my bitches that suck dick a little
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While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
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High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
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Yeah, enough glorifyin
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Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
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bout the clothes they be buyin
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Some stores won't even let you whores in
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Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
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Kim surpass, all crews
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Bitches still drinkin booze
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I sip Cristal and Landcruise
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Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
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Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
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Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
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like the bag, the Prada mama
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Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
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My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana
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Chorus
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Inhale this, clench your fist
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Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
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Can ya, picture this
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Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
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cause ya fiend for a toke
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My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
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On the cell with the boat
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What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
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Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
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is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
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Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
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Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
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Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
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when I fuck with scratch and sniff
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Now I stacks the shit, practice it
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So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
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So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
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The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!
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Chorus
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Drugs
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| lil` kim |
